This Taoist priest is so unprofessional!

The saleswoman cleared her throat, about to say something to ask these people to leave.

Wang Xiaoer had already taken the black card out of his pocket and slammed it onto the counter.

"Swipe your card."

He coldly uttered two words.

"Bring out your store's most expensive suits, the shiniest cufflinks, and the brightest shoes."

"I don't have time to pick out each item here."

"Given your store's level, shouldn't the aesthetics and prices be proportional?"

The saleswoman's gaze fell on the black card, and when she saw the understated yet prestigious dragon emblem in the corner, her pupils contracted sharply.

Her expression shifted instantly from mockery to shock, and then from shock to extreme fear.

"Sir...!"

Her voice changed, trembling slightly, and her face instantly filled with an extremely obsequious smile, her waist bending deeply.

"Please wait a moment, sir! I'll be right there! I'll be there right away!"

She practically sprinted towards the warehouse, screaming at her stunned colleagues as she ran.

"What are you all standing there for! Go and pour water for these three guests! No! Bring us our best coffee!"

This dramatic scene left even Wang Xiaoer stunned.

He looked down at the black card in his hand, then at the group of sales assistants who had suddenly become incredibly enthusiastic and were now circling around him.

For the first time, he truly experienced what it felt like to be rich.

Although I knew it was all an act, the secret thrill I felt was so real that I couldn't ignore it.

The moment the card was successfully swiped, the POS machine emitted a crisp and pleasant "beep" sound.

The saleswoman returned the card and receipt to Wang Xiaoer with both hands, her head almost buried in her chest.

"Sir, your things have all been packed!"

Her voice was sickeningly sweet.

Beside them, several sales assistants stood respectfully in a row, carrying more than a dozen shopping bags of various sizes.

Wang Xiaoer was completely transformed from head to toe.

He wore an expensive suit, shiny leather shoes, and on his wrist was a gold watch studded with small diamonds, which he had bought at Zhang Chen's strong suggestion.

Looking at the confident, aristocratic, and somewhat nouveau riche stranger in the mirror, he felt like he was dreaming.

"Sir, please take care! Welcome to visit us again!"

Amidst a chorus of sweet farewells, the three walked out of the luxury store.

Looking at the two returning with their bags full, and then at the completely transformed Wang Xiaoer, A Yue whispered, "Xiaoer, you look... so awkward."

Wang Xiaoer tugged at the collar of the floral shirt around his neck, feeling extremely uncomfortable.

I think so too.

Zhang Chen, however, walked around Wang Xiaoer with his hands behind his back, nodding in satisfaction as if admiring his masterpiece.

"Not bad, that's the right flavor."

"The image of a nouveau riche who has just received a huge inheritance, has questionable taste, and is eager to prove his wealth to the world has been perfectly established!"

He looked at the "freshly baked" Boss Wang, and then took out his phone.

"The equipment is ready, now it's time for the car."

"I've already found a car online that perfectly suits your current status."

The next morning, a slightly worn taxi stopped at the most luxurious car shopping street in Jiangcheng.

The car door opened, and Wang Xiaoer stepped out.

He was wearing a designer suit he had just bought yesterday, and the top two buttons of his flashy shirt collar were undone. The diamond-encrusted gold watch on his wrist gleamed dazzlingly in the morning light.

He awkwardly tugged at his collar, trying to put on a defiant expression as he looked at the unfamiliar reflection in the taxi's rearview mirror.

Zhang Chen's plan echoed in his mind: "Remember, you are now Wang Yaozu, a top-tier rich second-generation who has just returned to the country. Your core temperament can be summed up in eight words—rich, willful, and arrogant!"

Wang Xiaoer took a deep breath and swaggered towards the top-of-the-line sports car 4S store on the street, which had the largest area and the most futuristic decoration.

The huge glass door slid open automatically, and a scent mixed with high-end leather and fragrance wafted out.

The store was brightly lit, and on the mirror-like floor, rows of exaggeratedly designed and sleek steel beasts were quietly parked.

Wang Xiaoer's appearance was like a drop of cold water falling into a boiling oil pan.

His expensive yet somewhat comically coordinated outfit, along with his deliberately imitated but slightly stiff gait, instantly attracted everyone's attention.

A middle-aged man in a sharp suit with a "Sales Manager" badge on his chest was leaning against the reception desk, chatting and laughing with two female saleswomen. When he saw Wang Xiaoer, the smile on his lips faded, and a hint of undisguised contempt flashed in his eyes.

He has worked in this industry for over a decade and boasts of having seen countless people.

The kid in front of me is all about "pretentiousness." He's probably a minor internet celebrity with a few followers on Weibo, or a nouveau riche who just got some money from a demolished house and came here to enjoy the air conditioning and take pictures so he can brag about it on Weibo later.

The manager winked at the few restless salespeople around him, the meaning was clear: ignore him, let him browse on his own, he'll get bored and leave eventually.

The sales staff immediately understood and turned away, pretending to be busy organizing materials, with none of them coming forward to greet the customer.

Wang Xiaoer didn't care.

He was like Grandma Liu visiting the Grand View Garden, curiously browsing through the store. He looked at the cool sports cars he had only seen in movies, touching the body of one and kicking the tires of another, feeling a strong urge to get his hands on them.

His gaze was eventually drawn to a car in the very center of the exhibition hall.

It was a gleaming silver sports car, its low-slung body seemingly glued to the ground, its gull-wing doors opening upwards like a silver falcon ready to take flight. A badge he didn't recognize, but which looked incredibly impressive, hung on the hood.

The sign next to it reads: Lamborghini Six Element, a limited edition worldwide, only one in Jiangcheng.

Wang Xiaoer's eyes lit up.

That's it! This is the car Zhang Chen showed him online, saying that its design was flamboyant enough and its price was astonishing enough, perfectly matching his persona.

He walked around the car, liking it more and more with each look. He reached out, wanting to sit in the driver's seat and take a good look at the interior, which resembled a fighter jet cockpit.

"teacher!"

A cold rebuke came from behind him.

Wang Xiaoer turned around and saw that the sales manager had been standing behind him at some point, arms crossed, with an arrogant fake smile on his face.

"Sir, this car is our prized possession, a Lamborghini Sixth Element, worth sixteen million."

The manager slightly raised his chin and glanced at Wang Xiaoer out of the corner of his eye.

"This isn't something just anyone can touch. If you're not buying it, please don't touch it carelessly; you can't afford to pay for any scratches."

His voice wasn't loud, but it was loud enough for everyone around him to hear clearly.

The other sales staff and a few scattered customers all cast gloating glances in this direction, and whispers rose and fell among them.

"See? I knew he was just pretending."

"Dressed up so smartly, all he wanted was to get some photos taken, but he got caught red-handed by Manager Li."

"Sixteen million? Even if you sold him, you couldn't afford to pay for a single paint job on that car!"

Those mocking gazes felt like needles pricking him. If it were the old Wang Xiaoer, he would probably have blushed and wanted to crawl into a hole in the ground.

But now, he just smiled.

He looked at the arrogant sales manager, a hint of amusement in his smile.

He didn't argue or get angry; he simply took out the jet-black dragon-patterned card from his suit pocket.

The next second, to everyone's astonishment, Wang Xiaoer's wrist twitched.

The thin black card, carried by a gust of wind, landed squarely on the sales manager's face.

Snapped!

A soft sound rang out, sounding particularly crisp in the quiet exhibition hall.

The card slipped from the manager's face and fell onto the polished floor.

The entire 4S store fell silent instantly.